you would say that, gorgeous.”
Bound
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Chapter Eleven
Meg sat on the bed across from Cian. He was sitting with his long
legs crossed over each other. His big gray eyes were watching her
intently. He looked so much like Beck that her heart hurt. She wanted
to lean over and kiss him. She wanted to promise him everything
would be okay, but she held her ground. She didn’t need to fall in
love with a second version of him. One was all the heartbreak she
could take.
“Cian, I need you to concentrate.” Meg crossed her legs and tried
to relax. She sat in front of him on the big bed they had shared the
night before. Taking his hand in hers, she took a deep breath to settle
her nerves. “Do you remember why we’re here?”
His lips curled into a tempting curve. He was shirtless and wore
nothing except a pair of white linen pants. His long, black hair fell
well past his shoulders. It shone in the afternoon light. “I think I can
guess. Do you want to be on top?”
Meg shook her head and stayed patient. “We’re not having sex,
Cian. We’re bonding. I’m your bondmate. Beck sent me to you. We
need to bond so you can think straight.”
That seemed to get through to him. His eyes cleared for a
moment, and his hands tightened on hers. “You’re my wife?”
Meg knew her face was slightly sad as she responded. “So I’ve
been told. It’s okay, Cian. I won’t hold you to it. We just need to
bond, and then we can be friends.”
He shook his head vigorously. “No. Too far gone. Hurt you.”
“It will be fine, Cian,” Meg assured him. She wasn’t sure, but she
tried to instill a sense of calm resolve in her voice.